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The symbol of Freedom, here in the United States of America.
The Eagle is the national bird, flying FREE and BOLD, sharpen its talons in preparation to defend the most Beautiful Nation in the world.
We stand together and will defend to our death....
SO DONT FUCK WITH US!!!

And for all those idiot pieces of shit that call "my country" home and
don't believe we should use the word "GOD" in public or in what we have used "GOD"
for as long as I have been alive... "GO FUCK YOURSELVES" and ponder on this...asshole..
GOD BLESS AMERICA
and
GOD Bless those that believe we shall always use the word GOD.
(if you have a problem with anything in the United States,
why don't you just move the FUCK away from the United States of America ?)

In God We Trust




I Am the Flag Of America
I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.

I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.

I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.

When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.

I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.

I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.
I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appamatox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France, in the Argonne Forest,
Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy. Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.

I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan and the hot and dusty deserts
of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed.

I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired, But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free.

It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country.

And when it's done by those Whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.

I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of
space from my vantage point on the moon.

I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.

When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
when I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier, Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a
grieving parent at the grave of their fallen son or daughter....


I am proud.




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